"I don't eat food for the love of it. Except maybe lemon jello." Of which there was none in the cupboards because, in his quest to stock the apartment with Normal Groceries, he did not take his own preferences into account. "But this," he noted, poking his fork at the red beans and rice on his plate, "is actually very palatable." A beat as he scooped another small forkful up. He looked at Raylan. "That's my version of raving about it."